Even though he learned from the mouth of the whole family that the new house was very warm and beautiful by Song Mocheng, He Yue couldn't help but be shocked by the scene in front of him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When Song Mocheng carried He Yue into the gate, when He Yue's eyes opened gently, she couldn't describe her feelings in words.

"It's just beautiful."

This is a courtyard house that is no different from the side house, but this is different from any courtyard house.

The main house is brightly painted, and the windows are particularly wide and open, making the whole house feel very bright.

On both sides of the main road is a lawn, and on the left hand side is a grape trellis, on which there are several bunches of grapes, which are very attractive in the sun.

Tables and chairs have been set up under the grape trellises, and the wooden recliner specially ordered for her by He Guoquan, which He Yue likes, is also obediently waiting for her master.

There was also a cushion of small pink flowers on the deck chair, and Song Mocheng was afraid that she would catch a cold when she lay on it at night.

Roses have climbed all over the courtyard wall, and it is the flowering season at this moment, exuding a faint fragrance.

On the right-hand side is a swing made of braz-welded, also covered with cushions of small flowers, and several cushions of the same color.

"Don't you like to look at the stars the most?" Song Mocheng pulled He Yue's finger and pointed to the recliner under the grape trellis, "We can lie here at night and watch the stars, I heard that on the day of Qixi Festival, under the grapevine trellis, we can still hear the cowherd in the sky talking to the weaver girl." ”

Song Mocheng said to He Yue as if offering a treasure, "And that swing, when there is the sun in the morning, lie on it and bask in the sun and read a book, is it beautiful?" ”

Seeing He Yue look in the direction of his hand, Song Mocheng pulled her over again and tried the swing, and then asked nervously, "How is it?" ”

His voice was very nervous and worried, as if if He Yue said something bad, he would immediately do it all over again.

"Good, I love it."

"Really?" Song Mocheng touched the back of his head stupidly and said, "You don't know how difficult it is to find someone with such a craft in Kyoto now?" ”

He had already drawn the patterns and drawings, but he couldn't do it after finding several of them.

Later, he asked a lot of people to inquire, and finally found a master who turned out to be a Kyoto Iron and Steel Factory, and it took half a month to get the copper swing ready.

"This is ......"

He Yue pointed to the house on the right, which should be a study, but it didn't look like a study, because she saw that the things she used for embroidery on weekdays were all placed in it.

"This can't be my embroidery room, right?" He Yue pointed to the furnishings inside in surprise and said, "What about your study?" Where are you moving to? ”

"My study is here, too." Song Mocheng walked in with a smile, and he didn't know what was inside, but he saw that the partition that was originally used as a wall by He Yue was opened, and Song Mocheng's desk was placed there.

"When the time comes, I will work here, and you will embroider over there, and I will see you as soon as I raise my eyes." Song Mocheng hugged He Yue from behind, put his chin on the top of her head and kissed her gently, "Okay?" ”

"Of course."

He Yue nodded, that kind of you and me seem to be like this.

Because he cares too much, he wants to give her a perfect wedding that will always be remembered in his heart, and he wants to give her all the best things, so Song Mocheng will do his best like this.

As soon as He Yue entered the gate just now, he carefully observed her every move and smiled.

He Yue turned around and hugged Song Mocheng tightly, "I like it very much, thank you." ”

Thank you for doing this to me, thank you for all the goodness you have given me.

Song Mocheng kissed her forehead and smiled dotingly, "It will be better for you in the future." ”

His girl deserves to devote his life to her.

Looking at He Yue squinting and smiling with satisfaction, Song Mocheng's heart could simply drip softly, his He Yue had always understood him, and he loved him and admired him as much as he cared about her so much.

Song Mocheng felt very useful.

At the same time, I feel that my nose is a little sour, "little villain......"

put his head in her arms, not letting He Yue see his strange appearance.

"Thank you, girl, thank you for giving me a home, our own home." After a long time, Song Mocheng took a deep look at He Yue and said.

Since the death of his mother Xu Yufeng, Song Mocheng's home is gone.

Later, that Qiu Xinlan moved into their former home, and he no longer regarded it as a home, more of a place to live.

It wasn't until later that he didn't even live in this place well, and Song Mocheng simply left there directly, anyway, there was nothing to be nostalgic for.

He wanted to see what was going on with the little doll he had rescued, and he could go there to meet his uncle.

Whenever Song Mocheng recalls this, he is extremely glad that he made such a decision, if he hadn't gone to Beishui Village, if he hadn't met the little girl he had rescued there, or if it wasn't for the family that gave him the warmth of family affection.

How is he going now?

Song Mocheng was a little unimaginable, but the only thing that was certain was that he would definitely not be as happy as he was now.

Suddenly, Song Mocheng raised his head and hugged He Yue all of a sudden, "Now, I'll take you to our new house to have a look." ”

He Yue's bright black eyes looked at Song Mocheng without speaking, but the blush on his little face became thicker and thicker, and he hugged Song Mocheng's neck tightly with both hands, and buried his head in his arms shyly.

"Brother Cheng......"

He Yue was a little nervous, and with some uneasiness, he was carried into the house by Song Mocheng like this.

The furniture in the house is specially made by He Guoquan and He Yue, which is different from the stupid design that is popular now, there is a kind of American country style furniture, and the excellent elements in different styles are brought together and integrated, highlighting the comfort and freedom of life.

He Yue fell in love with the furniture and decoration style of the entire main house at a glance, which was simply too much for her appetite.

"Ya'er," Song Mocheng put her on the sofa in the living room in a hoarse voice, "I knew you must like it." ”

As for the latter words, he was already a little speechless, because he was facing He Yue at the moment, and he really wanted to knock her down now, and then love her fiercely.

However, from the time he picked He Yue up just now, Song Mocheng could feel that his little wife was still a little nervous.

"Brother Cheng......"

He Yue put his hand around Song Mocheng's neck and pressed his forehead against his forehead, "I...... Very happy. ”

Then, without waiting for Song Mocheng to react, he lowered his head and kissed him on the lips.